Marriage by Contract

The test results were still warm in my hand—a terminal sentence—when I walked into the cafe to find my fiancé, Dylan, cradling my half-sister’s pregnant stomach. Ten years of devotion vanished in the time it took for Scarlett to smirk and for Dylan to look at me with nothing but cold disgust. By dinner, my father had demanded I hand over my mother’s inheritance to the "growing family" and slapped me across the face when I refused. I was dying, disowned, and replaced. I had three months to live, a reserved grave plot, and a heart turned to ice. But I wasn't going to disappear quietly. If I was going to hell, I was taking the Ward empire with me—and Julian Hale, the most powerful man in the city, was the only one ruthless enough to help me light the match.